Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

Song Pan'er walked around to the front and saw the Chinese medicine clinic with its door closed.

Those two people were definitely not on Chen Anguo's side, but they occupied the Chinese medicine clinic.

It is impossible for Chen Anguo to still be in the Chinese medicine clinic. Judging from the situation in the first two failed planes, he was most likely captured.

I just don't know which force is in control. Yangcheng is in chaos now. The one causing the most trouble is none other than the warlord Zhao Dadao. The one who is a little more low-key is Qin Zheng, a local force in Yangcheng.

Qin Zheng is in charge of the largest gang in Yangcheng. He is a faction of his own and has nothing to do with anyone else.

Then there are the people sent by various warlords, foreigners, and just living a simple life...

Guangzhou is prosperous and a hot commodity that everyone wants to have a bite of.

The comrades on Chen Anguo's side can be said to be trying to survive in the cracks and facing numerous difficulties.

It is impossible for Song Pan'er to help them take Yangcheng, that is a fantasy, but it should be no problem for her to help them get supplies and transfer them to Yancheng.

She thought for a while, took out a bag of mixed fried tofu from the cloth bag she carried with her, and then took out the topaz ring that she had kept carefully, strung it with a red string and hung it around her neck. Finally, she went to the teahouse opposite the Chinese medicine clinic.

An ordinary little girl entering the teahouse did not attract much attention, especially since the girl brought in homemade products to sell.

Song Pan'er was hunched over and looked no different from an ordinary kid nowadays.

There were only two people in the teahouse, one was the owner wearing a gray long gown, and the other was a waiter wearing a short jacket.

The boss was about forty years old, looked gentle and polite, and wore a pair of glasses on his nose. The legs of the glasses were broken and wrapped with an old cloth.

Seeing Song Paner coming over, he put down the book in his hand.

Before he could say anything, Song Pan'er took the initiative to speak, "Hello, uncle."

The boss laughed out loud at her "Hello uncle", "What uncle? Little girl, you should call me uncle."

Song Pan'er smiled and followed suit, calling out "Uncle."

Then he held up the oil paper bag in his hand and said, "Uncle, do you want to sell fried tofu here? My fried tofu tastes especially good. Can you try it?"

The boss took a look at the fried tofu covered with chili oil, took a pair of clean chopsticks from the side, picked up a triangular piece of fried tofu and put it in his mouth.

The fried tofu tastes fragrant and spicy, and the more you chew it, the more delicious it becomes.

The boss nodded and waved to Song Pan'er, "Come with me."

Song Pan'er held the fried tofu and followed the boss to the back.

When they reached the kitchen where water was being boiled in the back, the boss stared at her and asked softly, "How much is your fried tofu?"

He spoke in a kind tone and calmly spread out his hand, revealing a topaz ring on his palm.

Song Pan'er's eyes moved slightly, and she maintained a normal tone, "One pound is 30 copper coins. You can split it into 10 portions. This fried tofu is not heavy."

The boss slowly shook his head and said, "It's too expensive. I can only give you 20 copper coins per pound."

Song Pan'er thought for a while and said, "I can't make the decision on this. I have to go back and ask my parents."

The boss pointed to the oil-paper bag in her hand and said, "Sell this to me first. I'll give it to you for 30 copper coins."

Song Pan'er looked at the boss, then at the oil-paper bag in her hand, "Okay, I weighed this before I left, and it's exactly one pound."

After she collected the copper coins from the boss and came out of the house, she ran into the waiter in a short coat standing at the door. She didn't know how much she had heard.

Giving a timid smile to the waiter, Song Paner quickly ran out of the teahouse.

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At night, a small black shadow climbed over the wall from the backyard of the teahouse.

Then he quickly climbed onto the roof and hung down upside down.

Inside the room, the teahouse owner sat in the corner, and the waiter who was responsible for serving tea during the day sat on a chair with his legs crossed, playing with a dagger in his hand.

"Boss Chen, our boss's patience is limited, so you'd better speak quickly."

Chen Anshun hugged his knees with his hands, buried his head and said nothing.

The waiter snorted, casually swung the dagger in his hand, and stabbed it into the square table beside him.

Chen Anshun pursed his lips, pretending not to see his threat.

The waiter lost his patience and became visibly irritable.

He didn't know why the higher-ups had to send him from Paramount here to serve tea and water.

Chen Anshun refused to speak, so he was tortured to extract a confession. He didn't need to be so gentle in doing anything. He couldn't be beaten or killed.

No matter what he said, Chen Anshun was like a deaf and blind man. The waiter was so angry that he pulled out a dagger from the table, turned around and walked out of the room and locked the door.

Song Pan'er listened to the sound of him returning to his room and lying on the bed, and did not act rashly.

After a while, when she heard the sound of even breathing, he fell to the ground silently.

The lock was an old copper lock, and it would make quite a noise to open it. Song Pan'er's brows darkened, and she quickly went to the room where the waiter slept. She gently opened the door a crack, took out a cigarette from the supermarket, lit it, and threw it in.

After making sure that the waiter had fallen asleep, Song Paner walked into the room with a flashlight and pulled the key to the copper lock from his waist.

After opening the lock, Song Paner, dressed in black clothes, black pants and black leather boots, entered the house.

Chen Anshun: ???

He opened his mouth and was shocked by Song Paner's cool outfit.

"What are you doing..." He lowered his voice and looked Song Pan'er up and down.

Song Pan'er no longer flinched as she had during the day, and she sat calmly on the stool where the waiter had sat.

"Didn't you ask me to come at two in the morning? I said three, but you insisted on two. That guy wasn't asleep at two."

Chen Anshun did not answer her question, but talked about another thing.

"Who are you? How come my brother's ring is in your hands?"

Song Pan'er raised her eyebrows. In the afternoon, she accidentally saw Chen Anshun at the door of the Chinese medicine clinic. She thought he looked somewhat similar to Chen Anguo. In addition, the teahouse was opened at the door of the Chinese medicine clinic, so she came in with fried tofu to sell it and asked about the situation.

Unexpectedly, the teahouse owner turned out to be Chen Anguo's younger brother, and he took out the same ring as his.

Song Pan'er looked at him intently, "Where is Chen Anguo?"

Chen Anshun was not sure which side she was from. Judging from her clothes, she didn't look like someone from Yancheng, and they couldn't afford such good leather boots.

Song Pan'er knew what the other party was worried about and shrugged nonchalantly, "I am Chen Anguo's goddaughter."

Saying this is actually a test.

She was not sure whether Chen Anshun and Chen Anguo in front of her were the same kind of people.

Chen Anshun looked at her suspiciously, "My eldest brother never told me that he had adopted a goddaughter..."

Song Pan'er was too lazy to argue. While Chen Anshun was not paying attention, she jumped off the chair and patted him on the arm.

When Chen Anshun was patted by her like this, his eyes suddenly widened and he felt that his thoughts were no longer under his control.

"Which side are you from?" Song Pan'er's eyes became deeper and deeper. She met his gaze and spoke gently.

Chen Anshun spoke slowly, "Yan...Yancheng..."

Song Pan'er stared at him and continued to ask, "Where is Chen Anguo?"

Chen Anshun slowly shook his head, "I don't know... We are all... looking for..."

"But... we suspect... he's in... Qin Zheng's hands..."

"Qin Zheng wants...the supplies from those times in Yancheng..."